Morning light poured through the tall glass windows of Marco Vitale's office.
The city outside moved with indifferent energy.
Cars flowed through the wide avenues like restless silver rivers while distant horns and murmuring crowds blended into the familiar rhythm of the human world, and though the skyline glittered with the polished arrogance of wealth and progress Marco knew that somewhere beneath those calm streets the consequences of the pack's war had already begun rippling outward in ways most humans could never understand.
He stood near the window with a tablet in his hand.
His expression remained composed.
Yet the quiet tension within his posture betrayed the weight of information scrolling across the glowing screen where several reports from private investigators and government contacts revealed a growing curiosity surrounding the unusual series of deaths that had occurred near the northern forests during the previous week.
Marco exhaled slowly.
